Tello-Sali
A minute park I found in Klaukkala.
It has become my Friday routine to walk around Klaukkala after my bass lesson. Somewhere in the midst of such, I perform a rite of preserving my American heritage: buying a coke and a bag (small) of potato chips as a snack. The cashier speaks to me in Finnish every time- you'd think she'd recognize the kid who says every Friday: "anteeksi, maa en puhu suomea (sorry, I don't speak Finnish)"? Maybe next week. I like speaking in Finnish, but next week, perhaps when she asks something after giving the total, I'll just say "ei (no)".
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